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Life is a constant struggle/With me and you for some lost sense of superiority

You hold the sword/I wear the armour and we are cast on the battle ground

Fighting because no one is wrong yet no one is right

Fighting into the deep of the night/Until we plunge into the ocean

And all becomes still/Peaceful as it should be

Heaven forbid that I let down my guard

Should I let down my guard/I become weak

Yet when you put on your gear/I allow you no sleep

We are growing old and weary/My eyes are teary

Because of how low we‘ve sunk/Despite how far we‘ve come

Smiles to the world conceal sadness/Laughters come on cue

Bodies detached from souls/Hearts breaking in two

Bleak seems our future/Near seems the end

Oh how I mourn the loss of my very dear friend

yoll guna become a story writer or a rapper writer some day and ill pay 2 come and support ya k hehehehe

thanks ruthy, really appreciate,

you should write me one up about love and relationships i could learn off you
ya know